FullmetalsGirl13

New Part: Chapter Thirty-Seven: Sitting alone at the kitchen table, the cool September winds were the only thing keeping the young man from breaking into a sweat. His trembling hand ran through his hair, and he felt like he would be sick. Quiet resonated throughout the home, and made him uneasy. He'd grown to expect the worst to erupt out of cool and quiet nights. "Sam?" A soft voice questioned from the doorway. With a shawl wrapped around her shoulders, Sam's mother placed a forehead on her son's forehead. "Are you feeling alright?" "I'm alright. Is it alright if I talk to you?" Sam uttered, almost too quickly to be easily understoo